Silly Saturday

Just popped in to say I bought two hats today.
One is a very proper grey beret with a little winkle on the top and the other is a very naughty black trilby with no winkle anywhere.
I made a curry tonight and drank Port with it then I had chocolate now I feel glurky.
I need to get my hair cut.
Monty is asleep on a selection of box files.
"Take That" are guesting on The X Factor. I fancy Gary Barlow. I do not fancy the other one.
I saw the most fantastic Jasper Conran handbag today in Debenhams. It was so gorgeous and perfect I modelled it in front of a big long mirror but I had to put it back because it cost £75. And I only had £10.
The skin on my knees is very soft.

Another day comes to an end.
A day of shopping for economical beef, driving whilst keeping one eye on the fuel gauge, cooking soup, eating eight painkillers and the re-arrangement of a trillion dust particles.
But also a day of compliments, secreting away a twenty pound note in a blue floral tin on account of current cash flow worries, the wearing of silvery eye shadow to off-set the blue rings under my eyes, one thin bacon sandwich, six mugs of sweet tea and one small Cox's Apple just after the news oh and a feast of wonderfully brilliant sunshine.
So all in all...quite good
Even though I'm wearing a green hat indoors because there's a draft.

Badly Writen Post On Account Of A Large Bar Of Cadbury's Fruit And Nut.

I am such a good fine girl!
Tottering orf to the shops this morning, engaging in conversation with a supermarket employee gentlemen (of a certain age) who wanted to help me load my groceries in to my car and then...and then coming home to have a cheese and tomato sandwich with Monty! Could I be any better?

Er...Don't answer that.
Now, enough of this tomfoolery, I have to do things with a French Stick!
On the menu tonight: Tuna Pasta, tomato salad and garlic bread. Very quickly followed by the rapidly decaying remnants of Wednesdays Chocolate Cake. Might whack a dollop of ice cream on the top just to liven it up a bit.
The Vice-Presidential debate is being shown on the BBC Parliament channel on Sunday morning, so I will watch that whilst slobbering over a heavily buttered crumpet.
Can't wait.

I also can't wait to watch The 'X' Factor on Saturday with the slightly creepy judge Simon Cowell and the strangely alluring Irishman judge Mr Walsh. The girl judges are pretty...awful. I only take notice of male members of the panel.
Ho hum what's a girl to do?

The cabinet re-shuffle is quite dull apart from the surprising, nay extraordinary inclusion of the very slippery Peter Mandelson. He is so slimy he would put a giant worm to shame. I wonder if I cut him in half would he still wriggle and become two separate yet identical Mandelsons. Perish the thought.
Sir Ian Blair the now ex-commissioner of the Metropolitan Police has been sacked by my secret lover Mr Boris (I'm smarter than I look) Johnson. He told me over croissants what he was going to do and I said "Just Do it baby..." 'Cos I never liked him!

As you can tell I've had too much chocolate, so now I must bid you farewell and have a shower. Cos I'm all smudged!
Cheery Bye..

Yipeeeeeee! It's a Sunny Saturday And I'm Staying In!

It doesn't look too bad out there so methinks I'll STAY INDOORS!
As much as I love the currant bun these brilliantly bright Autumnal days are sending me a bit bonkers in the nut. I mean what is a girl TO WEAR?
Do I go floaty skirted to the butchers or do the man thing and stride down to sweet shop in violent jeans? I just don't know.

What I do know however is that it's the WEEKEND and that means one thing, well two things actually, The 'X' Factor and a roast dinner! But not on the same day.
On the ultimate reality tv show the lads and lasses go to boot camp this week and that's where the real 'work' begins and the mighty waterfalls of tears from wannabees dampen stocky Mr Cowell's too tight t-shirt. This is not telly at it's best BUT it is telly at it's campest and I love camp!.

So....after my burgers'n'chips I'll sit excitedly on the very edge of the settee crying, laughing and shouting sweetly at the screen. And as much as I need the thrill and furore of a tea time telly show I also know that it's dangerous, because I'm too old to be aflamed and in a flurry. A woman like me should be coddled in a blanket weeping delicately into my Jane Austen.
Now roasts.

Leg of Pork with a jug apple sauce, zesty carrots and sweet potatoes is on the menu for tomorrow, followed by a 'D' cup syrup pudding falling out off the dish. For afters. (see pic top right)
For supper? What do you think? Porky walky sandwiches of course swallowed slowly down with a glass of chocolate milk. Yep, I'm that good...

Now I really must leave the sunny office and head into the sunless kitchen, where I belong!